American Canyon Sutra

Pile of cash, trash Pinched into a butterfly by a rubber band Where are you my brothers, that I may share these spoils? Where are you my sisters, that I may repay my debt? What a lot it is to spend this trash alone What a lot it is, what a lot it is What a lot it is The garbage dump may have turned into a recycling center But it looks exactly the same The same broken bed frames, soggy cardboard, gulls Same trash I saw here when I was a kid In fact, this used to be our playground In American Canyon Where Walmart employees and customers are one and the same They've even built apartments here to add a residential coffin to the bargain Guess I'll stay forever and work for the company store Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you to share these spoils, this sacred American trash? Black as my soul is, don't leave me here alone Here to fall into the bottomless canyon of nightmares Falling, falling, falling Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling Falling, falling, falling, ooh yeah Falling, falling, falling, falling Falling, falling, falling, falling In American Canyon Where trucks and homes are bigger And the cops are moistly white And they have a recycling center And a Walmart